Playing with Lindas’ cushion strings Lucifer knew he had sat in total silence
in front of his therapist. Since she had nothing to say, he had nothing to say.

“I never took you for the quiet type.”
Linda said as she crossed her legs.

“What can I say everything is well. I’m
totally fine. Maybe we could talk about you. How are you, Doctor.” He said
dropping the cushion on his side and leaning in with one of his charming
smiles.

“Lucifer, you know this isn’t about…”

“You see, I think we don’t talk about you
enough. I barely know you. What’s your favorite color? Season? Sex toy?”
He said. Knowing he had to keep Linda from asking anything too private. At
least for now. It had been only two nights since he saw (y/n) and he didn’t want
to talk about it.

“Fine, Lucifer. We’ll try it your way. Yellow,
spring and a womanizer and it’s not a toy.” She uncrossed her legs and
crossed her ankles. “Happy?”

“My, my! I was not expecting that.” He
rubbed both his hands together.

“Can we talk about what is bothering
you?”

“I told you I’m fine. Seriously, Doc. Why does
something always have to be wrong?” He said holding on to a smile, but
Linda just held her notebook and started writing things down still looking
serious.

Lucifer knew he’d have to, once again, talk about
what was happening so he just said the same thing he said to Maze a few nights
back. He loved someone, rebelled, fell alone.

“Are you telling me that there is another
angel walking around here somewhere? An angel you’re in love with!” She said rushing to the window and
looking outside.

“You know, even if she was out there right now
you couldn’t pick her out like that. Plus, she’s not here to see me. She did
make that very clear. - and I’m not in love with her.” He said turning a little more morbid.

Linda looked back and Lucifer was looking at his
hands while he played with a button on the sleeve of his shirt. She knew it
wasn’t easy and that was messing with his head probably more than even he
realized.

“You believe her?” She asked. He looked
at her with an ironic smile. “I don’t make the same mistake twice. She can
say whatever she wants, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to believe
her.”

With a sad smile Linda sat next to Lucifer and
fixing her glasses looked him straight in the eye. “Have you talked to her
since the last time you saw her in heaven?” She asked and he was about to
continue when she kept going. “And I do mean a real conversation. Sitting
down like real adults, even if celestial adults, and talk about everything.
Sometimes there are explanations and there are things you miss judge because
you don’t have all of the facts. You said so yourself she always seems sad and
maybe that’s because she has things she needs to share with you, but you shut
yourself so far she isn’t capable of reaching out."

"She doesn’t want to reach out. We’ve seen
each other a few times and she basically ran off.” He said with hurt in
his voice. “We can’t talk about the fall. I think we’ve all moved on
from that day.”

Linda let out a muffled laugh. “Oh you have no
idea how far away you are from moving on from that, but you know that’s why I’m
here. Not that I studied to help with your type of problems. You see, she might
just be like you and can’t move on. A step to understand what happened and
start to move on, is to talk to her.”

Lucifer threw his head back and stared at Lindas’
ceiling. He did not want to do that. It was the last thing in his to-do list.
Right with the side “things I’m never, ever, ever, ever gonna do”.

“I have to go. You’re gonna have a conversation
with (y/n) and then we’ll talk about it later.” Linda pulled Lucifer off the
couch and pushed him out the door. “Good luck, tough guy. Hear her
out!” She said shutting the door on his behind.

Lucifer rubbed his face twice before shutting his
eyes and concentrating. He knew where you lived. He’s always known it. Even
passed by the street every once in a while. If he didn’t know you could handle
yourself he’d be worried, but he wasn’t. He went there a few nights, but he sure
as hell wasn’t worried. It was more of a curiosity thing.

He stepped out of a dark corner into the street. It
wasn’t new to him the sensation he had everytime he walked by this place. You
both used to live in paradise and to know you were reduced to living in such a
place. Nope. Not happening. He’s not going there.

Going into your room he almost thought he’d gone
into the wrong place. He couldn’t imagine a human living in such circumstances,
much less an angel. The place was clean, but it was sad. Something deep within
Lucifer started to break.

He gently sat down on the mattress on the floor.
Didn’t do much for comfort since he guessed that it didn’t make a different
from sitting directly on the floor.

~//~

Walking out of the center you focused on your way
home. Today one of the kids you were looking after got worse and maybe wouldn’t
make it through the night. Everything seemed so sad latelly. To all the joy you
brought you used to take away their pain and sadness, but then the joy you’d
get with the joy they felt would be greater then the pain itself, so everything used to be fine. It wasn’t
like that anymore. Little by little it felt as though you just were just going through the motion.

Going into the room where you called home all you
wanted to do was lay down and sleep. Pray that maybe God would listen to you
once and help that child. Not that he cared much for what you asked.

Walking in you saw the last person you thought
would ever be sitting on your bed.

“Sama-” you stopped just as he looked at
you. “Lucifer… what are you doing here?”

He stood up and fixed his tux.

“I was told by a very important and wise
person that it would be in my best interest to talk to you.” He simply
said.

“But we don’t have anything to talk
about.” You said. Even though there was actually a lot to be talked about,
no one wanted to acknowledge it.

“For a long time I told myself the same thing,
but I guess now is a good as time as any.” No it’s not, you thought. Too
much was already happening.

When you didn’t speak or move, he did. Putting your
clothe on top of the mattress he sat down on the small chair. He pointed to the
mattress, but you still didn’t move.

“Fine. Stay there, but we are going to
talk.” He said.

You looked at him a little spooked. “And what
is it that you want to talk about?”

“Don’t play dumb. It doesn’t suit you, (y/n).
So do you want to start or I will?”

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